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Monday, November 22, 2010

Whose Woods These Are...

I know you all know this poem (quite well), but I can't think of a better collection of lines for today's weather (and tomorrow's snow day!). By the way - this is the third poem I ever chose to memorize.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
--Robert Frost
"Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening"

Many thanks to my father for teaching me to love and respect Frost (or else).

Happy Snow Day, Coffee Lovers!

May your coffee be strong, your passions electric, and your laughter easy.

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